The Right Thing

John looked at Sarah. There were things in our own world that would make one’s blood boil, acts of cruelty and depravity, merciless, deviant. The story, the whole story, which I have no stomach to tell, which was so horrid that your mind as any sound mind would block it from memory, and which would never I be so cruel as to burden you with it again, was worse than anything that has yet happened our world. May God forbid. This was the story just told by this victim. John took a moment before speaking, “If this is the world, we are trying to save,” John gave another pause, “then it’s not worth Saving!”

Sarah has a look as if he just stabbed her. “I…i…i know how you feel John, but we can’t just,” you interrupted her with a scathing look. Her voice full pain shame, “John,” then her voice became more result, “It’s just a…” then she shouted, her voice growing angry to justify her unwanted position “It’s just a Game, Damn It! I want to go home,” she was inches from his face.

“What?!” demanded Rogue.

Sarah was in tears, “None of this is real, it’s all just an illusion, a weird fucked up game, made by a demented old man, John and I are the only real things here. You and this world are a lie.”

“No, it isn’t,” John whispered.

Sarah could only stare at him. Rogue looked back and forth between them unable to come up with an answer that would satisfy her instinctual need to exist, for whether she was real or not, whoever her creator was he had made her like the humans of our world, needing to justify her existence. She was becoming confused and irate.

“I have been thinking about this for some time. Rogue, Sarah and I came here from another world. The magic that brought us here was found in a videogame, and for sometime we have believed that this was all just a part of the magic of the game to be fun. Did you have the movie Jumanji in your world?” She nodded confirmation. “Well, I don’t believe that anymore. I think this is all real, this is another world real and true, but it needed someone or ones to come and change its destiny. I think that really was Merlin in that shop. Rogue,” John swallowed and breathed solemnly, “Marie, Sarah this world is real, and for some reason we are its only hope. It does not matter if I am right or wrong anyway, you in your hearts know that it’s the right thing to do. Now let’s go.”